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I know it’s been a relaxing weekend, because I took a nap in the middle of the day today. Once I’ve let my body unwind enough to sleep whenever and wherever it wants, I know I’m in good shape. Just in time to go back to work, I hit my pure vacation zone. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted.

Anyway, I earned that nap today. We decided to close out the long weekend by cleaning our apartment. Next weekend a friend is coming to stay with us and we are finally having our housewarming party (6.5 months after we moved in) so it was the kind of cleaning that we wanted to make count. I was in charge of sweeping, mopping, dusting, linen changing, toilet, mirrors and counter tops. After our apartment was properly scrubbed down, we met some friends for a drink to celebrate the end of the long weekend and our hard work. Then it was more work–I took on Sunday dinner with maple-roasted brussel-sprouts and celery root au gratin. Have you ever eaten celery root? It’s a tasty, delicate little thing, but man is it ever ugly.

I’m ending the weekend relaxed, well-fed an in a clean, cozy apartment about to snuggle up to an episode of Mad Men. Did I mention I had so much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving? 2010 started out a little sour but it’s been a steady build. Hope your holiday was lovely.


Vibrating Walls

I woke up very early this morning to the sound of jackhammers pounding in to the pavement in front of the apartment.

At least, that is what I thought I work up to. Would I have been so lucky. Instead, just as it happens in that scary story about the babysitter, the sound was coming from inside the house. Our water pipe in the bathroom wall, to be specific. Apparently, the hot water had built up–pressure like a geyser-overflowed its boundaries, and caused the plumbing to go haywire.

While I was a work, a pro came to assess the situation. Drained the pool of water in the pipe. Called it a day.

Well guess what. By the time I got home it sounded like we had little children playing pattycake on the inside of our walls. Another call to the landlady, and another call in to the pipe guy. In the meantime, I’ll be brushing my teeth in a bucket. Wish me luck.